Chapter 41 Daddy, Hua Hua's been poisoned by the chicken soup.

As she spoke, Kong Mengjiao stepped forward, sat down by the bed, and took Kong Chi's pulse.

She claimed to be taking pulses, but her skill level was so low that she couldn't discern anything at all.

However, the posture still needs to be correct.

After a short while, Kong Mengjiao stood up and said, "Xiao Chen's condition is probably because the virus was not completely killed and has relapsed. I will adjust the dosage and have someone brew another bowl of medicine for him to drink."

Murong Ting nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Kong Mengjiao shyly tucked a stray hair behind her ear: "This is what I should do. Seeing Xiao Chen upset makes me feel bad too."

Murong Ting nodded slightly and turned his head to signal Lin Cheng to take his men to the kitchen.

However, just as Kong Mengjiao was about to leave, Kong Chi suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, pointed behind her, and exclaimed "Ah!" in a terrified voice!

Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment.

Murong Ting frowned, quickly walked to his side, and pulled Kong Chi into his arms: "What's wrong, hmm?"

“Flower…flower…” Kong Chi pointed in Kong Mengjiao’s direction while snuggling into Murong Ting’s arms.

Kong Mengjiao's face darkened.

What does this little brat mean?

Could it be that her makeup was ruined and scared him?

Just then, Kong Chi stammered with a wronged expression, "The flowers... the flowers have withered..."

He finished speaking and then burst into tears.

Everyone then realized that he wasn't talking about Kong Mengjiao, but rather the flowerpot behind her!

Inside, a gladiolus plant that had been blooming with pale blue flowers had somehow withered.

The leaves of the entire flower drooped down, and the flower looked as if it had been exposed to frost, drooping as if it were about to fall.

Lin Cheng looked at Murong Ting in surprise: "Young Master Ting, these flowers were fine this afternoon, how come they wilted all of a sudden?"

Murong Ting frowned: "If it's wilted, just replace it with another pot. It's just an eyesore to have it sitting here like this."

Upon hearing this, Kong Chi in his arms cried even harder: "No, don't throw away Huahua, I'm the one who made Huahua wither, it's all my fault... don't throw away Huahua."

Murong Ting frowned even more deeply: "Don't talk nonsense. Flowers bloom and wither normally. How could you have withered them?"

"I...I gave Huahua chicken soup, but Huahua didn't like it, so she withered...Waaaaah..." Kong Chi hiccuped as she recalled how Murong Chen always cried "waaaaah" in her mind.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zheng and Kong Mengjiao's expressions both changed.

Lin Cheng was both amused and exasperated: "Young Master, flowers need water to grow, how can you give them chicken soup?"

"Xiao Chen thinks Aunt Zheng's chicken soup is delicious, so she wants to share it with Hua Hua!"

"Sigh, Hua Hua must feel uncomfortable drinking chicken soup. If she's uncomfortable, she'll wither away," Lin Cheng said helplessly.

"But the book clearly says that Hua Hua can drink a lot of things, not just chicken soup, but also beer!"

Lin Cheng didn't know anything about growing flowers, and he was a little confused when Kong Chi said that. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and said, "Is that so? Maybe the flower in your room doesn't like chicken soup?"

Kong Chi pouted, about to cry again—but because Lin Cheng was so stupid.

Fortunately, Murong Ting, who was standing next to him, remained sharp.

Hearing my son say that, I had a gut feeling that something was wrong.

He said to Lin Cheng, "Go and bring that pot of flowers over."

Beside them, Kong Mengjiao and Aunt Zheng exchanged a guilty glance.

Lin Cheng quickly picked up the potted plant and looked at it as he walked, saying, "Young Master Ting, I don't see anything wrong with it."

Murong Ting took the flowers and examined them carefully.

The flowers in the entire pot were wilted, clearly frozen, and many of the leaves had turned yellow.

His brow remained furrowed. Just as Murong Chen had said, it was nothing more than a little bit of chicken soup; how could it possibly have such great power?

His gaze deepened as he asked Murong Chen, "Xiao Chen, did you drink the chicken soup tonight too?"

Kong Chi nodded: "I drank about half a bowl, and then I felt a little unwell."

Murong Ting's expression was gloomy as he turned to Aunt Zheng and asked, "What did you put in the chicken soup?"

Aunt Zheng was already trembling, and upon hearing this, her legs went weak, and she almost knelt on the ground. She waved her hands repeatedly, "Young Master Ting, I didn't put anything in it, it's just a bowl of ordinary chicken soup. The young master usually drinks it without any problems, I don't know what's wrong with him today..."

Beside her, Kong Mengjiao unconsciously clenched her fist at her side, but managed to maintain her composure: "Brother Ting, do you mean there's something wrong with this chicken soup?"

Murong Ting ignored her and turned to ask Lin Cheng, "Is there any chicken soup left in the kitchen?"

Lin Cheng shook his head: "Aunt Zheng always cooks only enough for the young master."

Murong Ting's expression turned even more unpleasant.

Aunt Zheng and Kong Mengjiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if there really was something wrong with the chicken soup, the bowl has already been cleaned up, and there's no way to prove it now!

However, at that moment, Kong Chi timidly asked from the bed, "Daddy, was there something in the chicken soup that killed my Hua Hua?"

Murong Ting didn't want him to get involved in these dirty things, so he patted his head and said, "No, don't think too much."

Kong Chi replied innocently, "But I heard you and Uncle Lin Cheng asking for chicken soup, and I still have some chicken soup here..."

Beside them, Kong Mengjiao and Aunt Zheng looked utterly shocked.

What the heck? I drank all the chicken soup, how come there's still some left?!

Murong Ting was also surprised: "You mean you even have chicken soup?"

Kong Chi nodded, wrapped himself in a thick quilt, got out of bed, and took out a thermos from under his desk: "I drank a little bit myself, fed Hua Hua a little bit, and I'm going to use the rest to feed Wang Cai downstairs."

"Wangcai?" Murong Ting's expression was strange.

Kong Chi nodded seriously: "It's the stray dog ​​downstairs."

Kong Mengjiao and Aunt Zheng: "..."

Are they going to be defeated by a stray dog ​​today?

Murong Ting looked at the can of chicken soup, his expression equally complicated.

How could he not know that his mischievous son was so kind-hearted?

One serving of chicken soup should be divided into three portions, not only for oneself, but also for flowers and the dog!

Lin Cheng, standing nearby, was also moved: "So it is true that good people are always rewarded! Young Master, you made the right decision to leave this soup for Wangcai!"

Kong Chi gave a pale smile: "I think this chicken soup is delicious and nutritious, and Wangcai will definitely like it."

Lin Cheng's heart melted at the sight; what an absolutely beautiful little angel this young master is!

He looked at Murong Ting and said, "Young Master Ting, since the young master left behind chicken soup, it means everything was predestined!"

Murong Ting took the chicken soup and looked at Aunt Zheng, whose face was ashen: "Aren't you going to tell the truth? I can get someone to do an autopsy right now!"

Aunt Zheng forced herself to stay awake, putting on a pitiful and innocent look: "Young Master Ting, I really don't know what happened, it's just a bowl of ordinary chicken soup!"

This time, before Murong Ting and Lin Cheng could speak, Kong Chi innocently said from the side, "Aunt Zheng, you said there's nothing in this bowl of chicken soup, so why don't you drink it? If you drink it, Daddy and Uncle Lin Cheng will definitely believe you!"

Aunt Zheng: "?"

She immediately took a step back: "No, no, I won't drink..."

Seeing Aunt Zheng's appearance, Murong Ting sneered and said to Lin Cheng, "Pour the chicken soup down her throat!"